Poo help me but it truly invig­o­rates me to dis­cuss Fluxus.

I waited months for a FB con­ver­sa­tion to come around involv­ing more than how absolutely mar­velous life is, how great my grand­bal­loons are (truly they are) and “like” but­tons cre­at­ing a non-​conversation of approval.

Not knock­ing the FB expe­ri­ence… ya’ll. Just say­ing, I wanted more. The days of .alt dis­cus­sions seemed to wax and wane like the moon and the tides.

My ephemeral char­ac­ter lost its glow.

The cat barfed up a hair­ball on the key­board of life and I could add no illu­mi­nat­ing echoes.

Face­book

With­out it,
I have no knowl­edge
of the com­ings and goings
of those who
I delight in knowings.

Then, through assem­blag­ist con­ver­sa­tions, the fluxlist, and other fan­tas­ti­cal word parts, I join the FB Group

Fluxus, Flux, FluxNexus, Fluxxus, or NOTHING discussion.

I think I get it… really truly do try to, anyway.

We can all move on and though Flux but the orig­i­nal Fluxus has been killed, hell — even bas­tardized — by its inclu­sion in MoMA but — per­haps we should take it fur­ther and say it is now the ulti­mate Fluxus because of its cur­rent state… enshrined in a major insti­tu­tion truly triv­i­al­izes it.

The Fluxus past move­ment has inspired me and in a very strange sense, legit­imized what I do because I do not sell my work, it’s given away after pho­tograph­ing it. No one seemed to under­stand this — con­stantly ques­tion­ing me “Where is your work sold?” why aren’t you in blah­blah gallery down­town? how much is that?, … Read More

and the infer­ence? always that non-​art is never art because it has no mon­e­tary description.

My self-​title NuvoFluxus pieces con­tain bits of ephemera from my past lives and the expe­ri­ences of those I’ve met– how can I sell it? It is silly and mean­ing­less. The objects them­selves, the ones included in the piece, once held a def­i­n­i­tion but com­bined with the rest of my life detri­tus, they are nothing.

I believe (and please cor­rect me if wrong here) that the phi­los­o­phy of Fluxus con­tin­ues. The idea of all works being accepted and every­thing irrel­e­vant is rel­e­vant — is that it?

Fluxus has moved on to its next stage, leav­ing the orig­i­nal behind us. Pro­fes­sional Fluxus? If one accepts that there are no log­i­cal truths; one is com­pelled to answer — Jumbo Shrimp is to deaf­en­ing silence as Pro­fes­sional Fluxus is to the orig­i­nal dis­po­si­tion of the Fluxus movement.

Am I full of crap here or is there a glim­mer of hope?

For­give me if I offend, I am but a child.

c